so series 2 phone it is

I’ve tried to do inktober for the past two years and I just don’t enjoy working with ink. ; - ; So I’m going to try digitally - with a single colour accent!
I’m going to tryyy to make a complete set of zodiac characters~ which will also be a huge challenge for me since I usually only work on 1 - 2 pieces per month. ..This miiight bleed into November, ehehe. But I’m still going to try! (งಠ_ಠ)ง
First in my zodiac series is Aries! ♡

self-control (part 1) - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some light cursing.

Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.

A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!

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Originally posted by nwetss

The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?

Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.

You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“

“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”

Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.

You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.

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You Understand Right? (Part 2): What Happened?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby Singer

Length: 1294+ words

TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Character Death. 

A/N: There was so much interest in continuing this fic! I am so glad you guys enjoyed it, and I really wasn’t expecting this to become a series! Feedback is encouraged!

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“Dammit, Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up the phone! What the hell do you mean?!” Dean paced around his motel room, running his fingers through his hair continuously. They had just wrapped up a case in Nebraska, and was planning on visiting Bobby for some down time. Sam reminded his older brother that they haven’t seen Y/N in over several months, and he had been missing her.

“I understand, Dean,” she answered vaguely. Dean’s heart was thumping against his chest, as he tried to understand her message.

“What- What is it, sweetheart? What do you understand?” He started throwing clothes into his duffel bag, knocking on the bathroom door where Sam was currently showering.

“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.” With that, she hung up.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean shouted into the phone, knowing that it would be futile. “Fuck.” He hung up his phone, and knocked louder against the bathroom door. “Sam! Get your ass out here.”

Sam opened the door with only his jeans, his face lined with annoyance. “The fuck Dean?”

“We’re leaving NOW!”

“What’s going on? Did you talk to Y/N?” Sam quickly put on his shirt, seeing the gravity of the situation in Dean’s eyes.

“Yea, but she kept saying things,” Dean answered vaguely, shaking his head as he continued to pack their stuff. 

“What did she say?”

“She kept saying how she understands- how she knows that we needed each other, but we don’t need her.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why makes her think that? She knows we love her.”

“I have a bad feeling about this, Sam. C’mon.”

Both brothers made their way to Bobby’s house with tension between them. The four-hour trip only lasting 3 hours with Dean’s driving. Nothing else had been said. Nothing else needed to be said. Not until they find Y/N, hopefully alive. 

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FaceTime Call

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.

Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)

I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT


[Reader’s POV]


“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.


“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.


“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.


“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.


“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa”  Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.


   Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.


    Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.


“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.


   Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.


“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car”  opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.


    Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.


   Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.


   Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.


   Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.


You:

So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?


    Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.


   Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.


   Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.


   Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair.  Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.


Meme King:

C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx


   Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.


“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.


“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.


“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.


“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.


“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.


“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.


“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?


“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.


“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.


“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.


“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.


“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.


“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.


“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.


“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.


“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.


   Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.

@martymarmine13  @pleasantdreamqueen  @wolfkingsqueen  @multifics  @haileyyy0604  @thelifeofanengineeringstudent  @haileyyy0604  @goldenchemistry  @curly-haired-crisp  @kaylaleslie1120 @mossyfeet @glittermysoulhidesbehind  @kaylaleslie1120  @bxndsaf @krystalsawallflowerr @everything-tholland @crimson-vodka @boringrayofsunshine

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Sweatpants (smut)

{your best friend stealing your phone leads to other things} 


Baseball (smut)

{You hated being dragged to baseball games because your best friends boyfriend was on the team. But maybe this time wasn’t going to be so bad}.


✕ Storage Room (smut)

{You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so much fun}  


{ series }

 ✖ Duff (smut) 

{designated. ugly. fat. friend.}

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5coming soon! ]




Yoongi

| ONESHOTS |

✕  Backseat (smut)

{ being forced to sit on your friends lap during a car ride takes a different turn than you planned}




Taehyung

| ONESHOTS |

✕  Study Break (smut)

{Having trouble studying for a test, you let your best friend Taehyung come over to help you. He also has a great way to help relieve your stress.}




Jimin

| ONESHOTS |

✕  Roommates  (smut)

{Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently.}



Namjoon

{ series }

New Kid (smut)

{What happens when the new kids happens to be in a famous group?}

Two part series. 

Part 1 - Part 2 (coming soon)

I’ve never played a Kingdom Hearts game outside of the GBA one but every time I take a cursory glance at it, it just seems like this insane melange of bad ideas.

Like, crossing over Final Fantasy and Disney cartoons already seems like a silly idea, but to make the story deathly serious is incredibly silly.

Then, they gave KH a story so convoluted that kids who like Disney cartoons couldn’t possibly follow it, released the story completely out of order, and released it across nearly two decades of different video game systems. 

And every game holds important plot information, so if you skip even one you’re gonna miss something important. Even the phone games.

I’m incredibly impressed with how the Kingdom Hearts HD Collections attempt to put all of the Kingdom Hearts lore in a comprehensible package. Even then, each HD collection has like five games and two CGI movies per collection. Who has time for all of that? Why did they make it that convoluted to begin with? 

Metal Gear Solid, a series known for being convoluted and hard to follow, only has six canon games you need to play to understand everything. 1, 2, 3, 4, Peace Walker, and V. Play all six of those games in release order and you’ll understand Metal Gear Solid.

But with Kingdom Hearts, it’s like “play these fifteen games, chronological or release order doesn’t matter, and watch these three movies summarizing the events of pre-smartphone phone games, and MAYBE you’re SORTA understand what’s going on in our game about Mickey Mouse.” 

It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 3

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“Wait, you’re serious? You actually said that?!” you ask Jungkook, who was walking next to you. He nods, laughing along loudly with you. You told him about Tae, and now you two were talking about your dumb crushes and embarrassing moments around them. Jungkook knew about your crush on Taehyung, so he felt bad and tried to cheer you up: He succeeded at that because all that was on your mind were the stories you could tell him about your past crushes. “What about you? What’s something weird you’ve said to your crush?” Jungkook asks you, giving you his adorable bunny smile. “I told him he had nice legs as a joke..yeah, it’s fair to say he lost the little interest he had in me.” You both giggle about your short story, Jungkook saying something about how weird you were. “Hey, are you hungry? There’s a small restaurant nearby.” You nod and follow Jungkook to where the restaurant was. Once you entered, the smell of the delicious food went through your nostrils. You couldn’t wait to eat. Your thoughts were interrupted by nearby laughter that sounded familiar. Turning, you see Taehyung and Jiyeon sitting across from each other, laughing and holding hands on top of the table. They looked cute together. It made you feel sad again, knowing your best friend was meant to be with the guy you really liked. A hand fell to your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. Jungkook’s eyes reflected sympathy, a soft smile on his features. You smile back and follow him to the table. When you sit down, a sweet waitress comes over and starts you with a drink. Once she leaves, Jungkook begins to talk to you. As rude as it seemed, you ignore him and think to yourself.

Why was the universe against me? All your life people have said Jiyeon was the prettier friend, and you never minded until now. Her perfect self won Taehyung over without even knowing it. You began to feel insecure. Not only that, but a small envy towards your own friend. All because of Taehyung. But the more you thought about it, it wasn’t just that. There were more reasons. Jiyeon was a good friend, but she had her bad times. Times where a bitchy side would come out. Maybe guys like that. Nonetheless, you loved her company. Hopefully she treats him right, which you had no doubt about, and hopefully he doesn’t break her heart. You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the waitress come back for your drinks.

“Y/N, you good?” You nodded and smiled at the waitress in apology, bowing your head slightly. You ordered the same as Jungkook, the older lady smiling at you two. “Are you two a couple? You’re very cute.” Tae and I would get mistaken for a couple a lot. Jungkook was about to deny but you shook your head at him. “Couple discount,” you mouthed, making him ‘oh’ and smirk. “Yeah, we’ve been steady for a few weeks.” He grabs your hand from across the table and gives it a squeeze. “That’s sweet, young love. Would you like a couple discount?” You two look at each other and smile cheekily. “Sure.” She nods and smiles once again before leaving, entering the kitchen. After you’re sure she’s gone, you two laugh. “You’re smart.” You flip your hair jokingly, “I know.” It then hit you that Jungkook was still holding your hand. You chose not to say anything, liking the feeling of warmth. Instead, you lifted your other hand and intertwined it with his. Jungkook didn’t mind and just smiled, laughing. “Are you hitting on me?” You let out a fart noise, “you wish.” He pretends to cry, making an ugly face that made you laugh loudly.

Minutes into your conversation, a figure appears between the both of you. You thought it was the waitress, but it was someone else. Taehyung. “Oh, hi.” you say, a bit awkwardly. “Hey.” he responds, putting on a tight forced smile. Was he mad? If he was, you were beyond confused. He was with his girlfriend, having a good time. And he also knew you were hanging out with Kookie today. After your awkward greetings, nothing else was said. “I wasn’t aware you and Kook were a thing.” Taehyung mutters. “Oh- we’re actually not. It’s all just for a couple discount.” He nods, looking away before looking directly at you again. “Well you sure do seem like a couple.” “Well, that’s a good thing. It’s more convincing.” Jungkook blurts. He had this look of annoyance in his eyes, but you weren’t sure why. His jaw seemed sharper, so he must’ve been clenching it. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, sending him a sad smile when he turned to look at you. “Okay then. I’ll be leaving, bye.” You say a goodbye too and watch him leave. Jiyeon waited for him at the exit, looping her arm with Tae’s once he was in her reach. You watched as they left, Jiyeon pecking Tae’s cheek as inaudible words came out of his mouth.

“Here’s your food, enjoy.” You and Jungkook thank the waitress, letting each other go to eat properly. The food was delicious, your mouth watering at the taste. “God, how come you never showed me this place?” You ask, taking another bite. “You were always with Taehyung so I never had the chance.” You nod, looking down. “B-But today I had the opportunity so I took you here. It’s good isn’t it?” His answer was immediate, seconds after his first comment. You found that weird, and not only that but his stutter. You shrug it off. “Yeah, delicious. This should be our hangout spot.” Looking up, you see Jungkook nodding. After you both finish, you go up to pay, making sure to leave a tip. “Is it just me or is it colder?” you ask once you’re outside, pulling your sweater’s sleeves more up to your hands. “No, it is colder.” Jungkook responds. You huddle together, shoulder to shoulder. There was a bit of heat, but anything helped really. “Kookie?” He hums in response. “Thanks for agreeing to hang out. I made up a lie about us having plans to avoid Tae. Fake, I know; but I can’t keep myself together if we’re together, it makes me think that all we’ll ever be is friends.” you explain. “It’s no problem. Just text me whenever you need me.” You nod and hug his arm. “You’re the best.” Jungkook laughs. “I know.”

»part 3 for y'all, earlier than I thought I’d upload it haha. my phone is at 11% wow, I spent around an hour or two to write and edit so it’s good for you guys 💕thanks for enjoying this series and taking time to read it. part 4? ;)«

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (JK Ending) Part 7 (Tae Ending)

Wrote a teeny thing for @inbetweenwars, who shared some lovely headcanons with me the other day :’)

Now on AO3!


It’s the last night of summer vacation during Kageyama’s third year at Karasuno High School, and everything is terribly wrong.

Well, alright, not that wrong. He hasn’t been informed at the last minute that he’s been kicked out because of his grades, or that the volleyball club is disbanding, or that Oikawa has become their new English teacher, or anything. But there’s been an unease growing and gnawing at his stomach for the past month. It’s been making him very grumpy. And tomorrow, he’ll confront the source of it once and for all. He’s not sure what’s going to happen.

The cold hard facts are that tomorrow, along with returning to school, they will return to volleyball practice. They’re the much lauded Karasuno third years, they’ve brought the team to Nationals twice already, he’s their captain (Tadashi is the vice-captain, now, and thank god—Kageyama would die if he had to give all those inspirational speeches to all the first years, but Tadashi usually handles it for him). There is so much riding on their shoulders.

And Kageyama—he’s out of practice.

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What happens in Vegas... - Tom Holland

Word count: 2448

Summery: You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland 

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

A/N: I really hope this makes up for the weekend! I was inspired by Carrie Underwood’s “Last Name”. Please, let me know what you think! It would really mean a lot! If the interest is there, I might make it into a series, so just let me know if you want a part 2! 

I know the ending is lacking a little, but i’m reallly tired, so i’ll just make it a cliffhanger! 


You woke to the sun shining on your face through the window. Your throat was drier than Sahara, and your head was pounding. You fumbled for your phone, and when you looked at the time, you also saw the notifications on your phone.

Your twitter and Instagram had blown up overnight. Like really blown up. There had never been this amount of notifications before. How the hell did this happen?

I don’t know what happened, but there’s a legal document stating that we’re married!” You heard a voice say outside the door. You frowned your brows. When you looked down at your hand, to find a slim golden ring, that you were sure hadn’t been there yesterday. What the shit happened last night?

I did what?” His voice continued. You opened twitter, and quickly gave up on figuring something out based on your notifications. Instead you found a couple of news articles, and several screenshots of a tweet.

“Just married the love of my life, @y/t” and a photo of you in a white dress, kissing the guy who you assumed sent out the tweet. Did you seriously get married to some stranger last night? And apparently someone famous too! At least you got the wild Vegas trip you wanted, you just didn’t expect to get married.

With a sore body, you left the bed. You were only in your underwear, the white dress laying on the floor, and your other clothes were nowhere to be found. You didn’t really feel like wear a wedding dress, so you searched the rest of the floor, and found a white T-shirt, that you quickly put on.

As you walked out of the bedroom, you found the guy standing shirtless, leaning against the kitchen counter. He eyed you, as you walked to him. You spotted the matching ring on his finger, and sighed internally.

“Haz, I gotta go. I’ll call you later” He hung up the phone, and sent you an awkward smile. “Hi. Ehm. So. We got married last night. It was a mistake, uh. I was very drunk, and I’m guessing that you were as well. I think we might have slept together, but I’m not sure, and this is going to sound really bad, but I don’t remember your name”

“it’s y/n. I didn’t plan on getting married to a stranger, yet alone a famous one, so there’s that. What do we do? Can’t we just get an annulment? Or a divorce or something?” You asked. You knew your parents was going to be so mad if they found out that you got married in Vegas.

“About that. I kinda told the whole world we got married, and my agent thinks it would be bad for my reputation to get a divorce. It would apparently be, and I quote “a PR nightmare”, and I don’t want that” He explained, and you were a bit shocked.

“You want us to stay married? Are you serious?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would you want to do that? “Yes. Just for a couple of months! Maybe a year. It’s my agents idea, and I thinks it’s kinda stupid, but Marvel don’t really like the idea of damaging my reputation if we can help it. So yeah. Sorry” He apologized, and you could feel yourself getting angry. Who the hell was he to think, that he could decide that?

“I don’t want to be married to you! I don’t know you! Hell, I don’t even know my own last name right now. I’m not going to stay married to you, just to help your career! Who exactly do you think you are?” You were definitely angry now. He was about to say something, as your phone rang. Before he could speak, you answered the phone.

“Y/n! I just got off the phone with Tom Holland’s manager. He told me what happened. How you got married in Vegas, congratulations on that by the way” He told you. You prayed that he could help you out with the divorce part.

“Oh thank god! I don’t want to be married, to that arrogant prick. So please, tell you can get an annulment!” You watched the annoyed expression on Tom’s face, but you just rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think we should do that. Netflix just offered you a role in a new series. Mostly because of the news of you getting married. It would be great for your career!” No-no-no-no-no! This could not be happening!

“Are you kidding me? Why on earth would I want to do that?!” you yelled into the phone. “Well, look at it as an opportunity! Mr. Holland is a very international name, and being with him, could mean you get your big break”

“And before you say anything, Ellen wants you on her show. Don’t turn it down. This might be your only chance” You manager continued, and you just wanted to smash something.

“You can tell Holland’s manager that I want a contract, if we’re staying married” You said before hanging up. You glared at your new husband. This couldn’t possibly end well.

“So I’m guessing we’re married. Look at it positively. You’ll get famous quite fast now” He smirked, and you just wanted to slap the smile of his face.

“Oh please. This is strictly business, okay? I don’t care if we slept together last night, but I won’t happen again. I’ll play the part in public, but other than that I don’t care about you” You said coldly. You didn’t like him. He seemed so arrogant. Who gave him the right to think he was so much better than you?

“That goes both ways. Maybe we should get to know each other, and maybe agree on what we’re telling the public. Do we pretend that we know everything about each other, and that we just kept our relationship hidden? Or do we play it off as a love at first sight thing?” His voice was, is possible, colder than yours.

“Love at first sight. Then I don’t have to spend that much time getting to know you. At least not right now” You glared at him, really wishing you weren’t wearing his shirt. It just seemed wrong, and if he claimed It back, you would feel very exposed.

“Great! If you just give me my shirt back, I’ll leave. I don’t really want to be here anyway” You took the shirt off, and almost instantly the annoyed look in his eyes disappeared. His eyes went down your body, up again, only to go down once more, and then stop at your bra.

“Hey jerk. My eyes are up here” You threw the shirt in his face, and you turned on your hell and walked towards the bedroom again. It gave you some satisfaction, knowing he was staring. At least in this way you were better than him, and you were going to let him know. It didn’t take long before you heard the door slam shut.

***

A couple of days had passed. You had been so busy with phone calls, from your family, your friends and even journalists too. You had gotten the script for your new role, so when you hadn’t been on the phone, you had been learning your lines. For short moments, you had happily forgotten you had to play the role of Tom Holland’s wife as well. You sat down on the couch, mentally preparing for the interview. This was your first real interview.

“So, we’re here with Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Or do you prefer Holland?” The host asked, and you quickly looked over at Tom, who was casually sitting with his arm around you. “Both actually. As an actor, I want to be my own person, so there I prefer just my own name. But in every other situation, I very much prefer Holland” You gave the biggest smile you could, and looked back at the host.

“That’s so sweet. So let’s get right to the question everyone’s been asking. How long have you been together?” The host leaned forward a little, and you looked at Tom as he started to answer.

“Well, Darling. How long have we been married?” He looked at you, and your faces was suddenly so close to each other, and you forced a giggle. “4 days” You said, keeping your eyes locked on his, until he looked back at the host. “We’ve known each other for 4 days” He said, still smiling wide.

“What?! This is unexpected news! So you guys didn’t know each other before getting married?” The host looked at you with wide eyes, and a slightly open mouth.

“Kind of. We ran into each other in the afternoon. I had just gotten the part in the new series, and I wanted to celebrate. Then I met Tom” You glanced at him again, trying to seem in love. “He spilled a glass of water on me, and when I looked into his eyes, I just couldn’t look away” You continued.

“I’ve never been the type, to just fall in love, but there was just this instant connection. Everything just felt so right. It was really spontaneous, we can both admit that” He laughed, and you decided to continue.

“There was just something so beautiful about the love. I think we both wanted to have it to ourselves, just for a minute. We didn’t tell our family, we didn’t tell our friends. We got a dress, a suit. Then we got married” You carefully bit your lip nervously. “You didn’t tell your family?” The host asked, a bit astonished.

“No. It was some very awkward phone calls the following day. I think the word stupid was used a couple of times” Tom answered. The interview went on with you talking about the wedding, and just a bit about your new projects.

***

You were already hating this day. The interview was hard getting through, but now you still had to go on a date with Tom. You had to be seen out in public, preferably kissing. As you stood in front of the mirror, applying your favourite lipstick, you thought about how you were going to survive tonight.

You looked at the time. He was going to be here in 2 minutes, so in your opinion he should’ve been here 3 minutes ago. You absolutely hated when people were late, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He was rude, and arrogant, so he was probably also late.

There was a knock on the door, and you were actually a bit surprised. You went to open the door, to find him leaning against the doorframe, looking at his phone. Impatient could be added to list as well. He looked up at you, and once again his eyes scanned you, causing you to smirk.

“As annoying as you are, you are still hot. So as long as you keep your mouth shut, I might actually survive tonight” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes, as you walked out to lock the door to your apartment.

“You’re just so charming, I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have married you” You said, you voice dripping with sarcasm. You followed him to the car, and he quickly started driving to the cinema. You were going to see one of your movies. Well, it wasn’t your movie, but you did have a minor role in it. It was a dancing movie, and you were a backup dancer. You were on screen a lot, but you didn’t really have any lines.

As you got to the cinema, you found you seats. Your fingers were intertwined. As soon as the lights dimmed, all physical contact stopped. You didn’t focus much on the movie, instead you looked around to see what everyone else thought. You had seen it a couple of times already, so there was nothing new in it for you.

You reached a scene with a little sexier dance. You weren’t wearing much clothes in the scene. You always looked away in this scene, not because you were embarrassed, but because it was very strange seeing yourself be so sexually powerful.

As you glanced at Tom, you saw him smiling, and he started biting his lips. He didn’t realize you were staring, which make you smirk. The scene was definitely turning him on, and you couldn’t help laughing to yourself. He was such a jerk, but apparently all it took was a dance. This could definitely be used as torture. It was going to be some long months, so you might as well find something to entertain yourself with.

After the movie ended, and you walked out of the cinema, there were a lot of paparazzi. This was it, now was the time for your grand kiss. He was holding your hand, leading you to the car. He opened the door for you, and before you could prepare, he put his lips on yours.

You wanted to push him away, but you also knew you had to make it seem real. You put your hands behind his neck, and deepened the kiss a bit. You tried to imagine him as some other actor, but none of your tries really worked. After a while he pulled back, and you got in the car. He got in on the other side, and started driving.

“some of the paparazzi followed us, so if it okay with you, I’ll come up with you. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll be gone, before you’re up tomorrow” He said awkwardly, as he looked at you.

“Sure, I don’t care” You shrugged your shoulders, and in silence you walked up to the apartment. “Do you think we should move in together? To make it more believable. I got 2 bedrooms, so it wouldn’t be a problem” He stated, and you were once again rolling your eyes.

“So do i. We could just as well move here” You answered, as you opened the door. “Maybe we should talk about this some other day. I’m tired, and I really don’t have the energy to argue with you” He sat on the couch, and you mentally cursed at him. The moron didn’t take off his shoes.

“Since you’re here, do mind unzipping my dress? And taking your shoes off” You smiled ironically, as you walked towards him, turning your back against him.

“Sure” He sighed, slowly unzipping your dress, letting it fall down. You could’ve done it yourself, but you liked teasing him. He could be as mean as he wanted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your matching black bra and panties.

Mind on a Mission

A/N: Part 2 of the series Rotation.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies


A loud, obnoxious humming noise stirred you. Your eyes were tired and it took a lot of effort to pry them open between sleep and dried makeup gluing them together. An empty bottle, jewelry, and hairpins fell to the floor as you searched the bedside table for your phone. The buzzing stopped for a few seconds, meaning your caller had given up, and so did your hunt. But the table vibrated again shortly after.

“Hello?” you croaked into the receiver, rubbing your eyes in effort to remove the sleep.

“Don’t you sound lovely,” Harry laughed. “Guess I don’t have to ask how yeh feeling.”

“God, what time is it?” you moaned. Light was filtering through your blinds, so it was clearly morning and you’d still have time to get things done, but it felt like you had only just fallen asleep.

“Almost one.”

“One?” you sputter, sitting straight up in bed. So much for being productive. Blood rushed to your head causing it to swim and you noticed the piercing headache pulsing through your entire skull and the dry, cottony feel to your tongue and mouth.

“Yeah.” He laughed again. It’s a lovely sound; deep and a bit throaty, and, dare you think it, quite sexy. “Listen, did Tommy take care of yeh at all last night? Yeh sound like you’ve been through Hell, Bubbles.”

“Hardly,” you scoffed, gently sitting back in bed. “He left not even an hour later. Said I was a real downer with all my crying.”

“Ah, he never has dealt with emotions very well.” Harry toyed with his bottom lip, really thinking hard about what to say next. If he closed his eyes and ran his finger over his lips just so he could almost feel you on them again.

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Disposable

Anonymous said: “Hi can you do a Yoongi x reader smut/angst similar to the song Shameless by the weeknd? Where he basically uses her and it’s a super sad/dark ending for the reader? 💖 “

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long! I hope you like it, and I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a bit. <3

EDIT: I have decided to turn this into a series! If you like sad endings, I recommend stopping after this part, 

If you would like to you can read part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Reader x Yoongi

Slight NSFW, some strong language, sad ending, idk what else to say but plz be warned


There wasn’t a reason for you to pick up your phone. 

You knew who it was, and you knew what he wanted. Yet every time, you would answer, telling yourself that this time was different, or that you were over him, or that this time, you were just coming over to tell him to stop calling you.

You called him just as often however. When you were feeling lonely, or had had one too many drinks. You had been known to leave long voice mails on his phone, one’s that he would never listen to, but he would show up the next day, pinning you against the wall because he knew exactly what you were calling about.

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Ultimate Victuuri FicRec List 2.0

since my first post did so well, and since my addiction to reading Victuuri fanfics has spiralled even FURTHER out of control since the original, I decided to make another of these monsters. Cinnamon rolls and sinnamon rolls are both welcome here.

I found many of these on the blog @victuurificrec and you should go follow her for even MORE recs because Hailey is a gift to this fandom. Go give her some love

original Ultimate Victuuri Fic Rec can be found here

+ONE SHOTS+

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui | 6k words | explicit

- I have NEVER seen Victor this weak. This is beautiful. This is a gift from the gods because I am weak for Victor being weak. Get rekt

The Start of Life by livixbobbiex | 20k words | explicit

- The single greatest honeymoon fic I have ever read. It’s long but it will run you through the entire emotional spectrum in the best way. Also I’m a sucker for any story where Victor has a sweet relationship with his babushka.

Warmth by SuggestiveScribe | 1k words | general

- A one shot that will give you ALL the warm fuzzies. Takes place right after The Kiss, features more kissing, and just…God. Fuck this fic, it has murdered me. Cutesy, G-rated Victuuri feels for dayssss

Security by Harlequinade13 | 5k words | explicit

- Post-canon shenanigans. Yuuri is v popular with the boys and his fiance gets jealous and then they make out at a Christmas party. It’s great. Great, I say.

UTC plus nine by anirondack | 5k words | explicit

- Don’t read this one in public, or you’ll end up like Yuuri when bae sends nudes…

Thirst by victuurikatsudon | 2k words | explicit

- DEFINITELY do not read this in public and also pray for forgiveness after you do read it, because this is nothing but sin. Sweet, sweet sin. Victor is a sex god and phone sex ensues.

Pearl of the Danube by FunnyLittleOwl | 11k words | explicit

- Some post-engagement travel shenanigans in Budapest and LOTS OF FEELS. I’m not crying, you’re crying!

The World Opened With You by DiAnna44 10k words | teen and up

- The most beautiful Musician AU in existence I s2g. Happy tears and warm fuzzy feels all around. Starts off sad, ends with Good Shit. This fic deserves so much more attention!!

+WORKS IN PROGRESS+

The Rivals Series by Reiya/Kazliin | 268k words between 2 fics | 14 chapters and 3/8 chapters | explicit

- This series includes Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches, which is complete, and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, which is a WIP companion fic to UMFB&MHA. Basically the biggest fics in the fandom right now, if you haven’t read them yet I STRONGLY encourage you to do so. This shit even has a TV Tropes page. (Make sure to read Until My Feet Bleed first.)

Cause I’m a Taker, ‘Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji | 40k words | 9/? chapters | explicit

- Canon compliant, but Victor and Yuuri actually start out as fuck buddies. Then Victor catches Feelings. Wowowowow

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0 | 22k words | ¾ chapters | mature

- Canon divergence where Yuuri and Victor meet by sitting next to each other on a plane. Victor doesn’t recognize Yuuri but Yuuri recognizes Victor because, well, bedroom full of posters anyone? Sexual tension ensues. Bonus: Yurio and Yakov are there too. Rip them for having to deal with The Gays

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds | 63k words | 18/? chapters | mature

- IF YOU AREN’T READING THIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOURSELF. Like, the fact that Vitya has long hair throughout should be enough for you but the fact that Yuuri is Eros, God of Love and all your favorite characters are gods should make this fic required reading.

Let’s Be Sinners To Be Saints by r_musings | 64k words | 8/? chapters | explicit

- Ok so here’s the thing: this is tagged as rape/non-con but I promise you there is no rape, there is one scene involving non-consensual touching but not between Victuuri, and there are warnings at the beginning of the chapter. That being said, THIS FIC IS GOLD AND DESERVES SO MUCH MORE ATTENTION, GO DO IT

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It’s Been a While (Richie Tozier x Reader)

PART 2: https://my-heart-burns-there-too.tumblr.com/post/166479300392/its-been-a-while-part-2-richie-tozier-x-reader

Pairing: Richie x reader

Request: Nope

Summary: IT is back and as Y/N heads back to Derry, she meets back up with Richie, the boy who she’d been in love with ever since that summer.

Warnings: None, but this is my first x reader so it might suck

A/N: I think I might make this into like a 2 parter or a series, so hmu if you want some more story

Your chest felt like it was on fire. Mike had called you while you were watching a typical slasher film. “Jesus fucking Christ!,” you exclaimed as the shrill ring of the telephone rang throughout your apartment. You set down your popcorn and paused the movie, getting up to answer the phone and curse the caller who almost gave you a heart attack.

“You scared the shi-”

“Y/N.” a familiar voice spoke over the line. Your face took a confused expression as you twirled the phone’s chord in your fingers.

“Yes? Who is this,” you questioned, getting slightly unnerved by the seriousness in the voice’s tone.

“It’s me. Mike. Mike Hanlon? Listen, we need to talk. About the promise we made.”

You nearly dropped the phone and your face drained of any color. The promise. You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing the conversation that was to come. Bracing yourself as that summer’s events came back to you. The Neibolt house, the bowers gang, your group of friends, Bill, Beverly, Eddie, Stan, Mike, Ben…… Richie.

You and Richie had been dating since April before that summer started. Not a second of it was dull with his cheesy and terrible pick up lines, all the way down to the way he would yell at any other loser for being an ass whipe and staring at his girl. The situation with it had just made your relationship stronger, and by the time the promise was made, Richie pulled you aside from the group and told you, “Y/N, if we ever have to come back to this bum fuck town to fight that fucking clown, I promise to you that I will make sure nothing ever fucking hurts you, do you hear me hot stuff?? Nothing. And after, I swear on my life I will marry you.” To that you giggled and of course agreed, you were in love with the glasses wearing boy. But then in the next month, your mom broke the news that you’d be moving out to Missouri in the next month for her business promotion. The day you left, you said goodbye to all your losers and your Richie, telling him you’d keep that promise even now.

Now you weren’t so sure about it. “W-what about it Mike? I’ve missed you. Is everything okay?” The words just sort of fell out of your mouth all together with a nervous laugh. You went to touch the phone chord again. You were trembling.

“Y/N… you know why I called you. The clown… I-it… it’s back.”

“Oh god… when should I be there? Who all is there now?”

“Probably in the next day or so. Bill, Ben, Eddie, and Richie,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, trying to lighten the mood by telling you that Richie was in Derry. You laughed.

“Shut up Mike,” you said softly in a joking tone, “it is still nice to hear your voice though. I haven’t seen or heard from any of you guys since I moved.”

“I’ve missed you too. Everyone else has I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow it is. Bye Mikey,” you spoke barely above a whisper and shakily hung up the phone.

The plane ride to the one and only Derry, Maine was stressful to say the least. Had everyone forgotten about you? Did they hate you for having to leave them? What if they all hadn’t changed and were uninterested with you because you’d changed so much? You were about ready to pull your hair out from anxiety.

Puberty had done you well. Your h/c hair had gotten a bit longer, your facial features filling out beautifully, you were slightly taller, but still fairly tiny for a woman your age. You were less shy and quiet, more confident and outgoing. You still had the same interests, your e/c eyes still being filled with a sparkle when you talked about them. Different, yet all together the same.

The plane had landed, and your ankle boots clicked against the ground of the place you used to call home. The small town was still the same as how you’d left it, except maybe with a couple more cars and a couple of different buildings. You passed your old house, Richie’s, Bill’s, even Stan’s on the way to the restaurant you guys had agreed to meet at. Your eyes began to gloss over with tears at the sight of what you’d missed this whole time.

You walked up the steps to the restaurant, your heart nearly beating out of your chest and your breath going heavy with anxiety. This was it. You were going to see everyone again. You were going to see Richie again. You pushed open the door, walking through the aisles as people talked and ate and laughed looking for Mike Hanlon and the rest of your losers.

Your eyes searched the dining room, making eye contact with warm brown eyes. “Hey Y/N! Over here,” Mike yelled. You froze in place as each person at the table turned their head to look at you. You could see everybody’s breath hitch. You were as unrecognizable to them as they were to you.

You slowly walked over, standing in front of the table quietly and in a slight shock as Beverly stood up and ran over to give you a hug. “Oh Y/N… I’ve missed you so much. We’ve missed you so much.” She said softly as she buried her face in your shoulder. Your lips curled up into a sweet smile, laughing and hugging her tightly back. “I’ve missed you so much too Bevvy.”

She stepped back and you looked around the table, smiling and waving to each of your old friends. And then your eyes made their way to soft brown spectacled ones.

Richie’s face flushed with color and his breath hitched in his throat. It was you. It was his Y/N, the girl he promised to marry in his later years if they ever met again. It was you.

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.2

Okay for starters…I made Y/BF/N Jamie because I’m typing this on my phone and typing Y/BF/N is annoying lmaoo sorry. And the anon who originally requested this has asked me to focus this mainly on black girls/POC, so I’m extra hyped.

Also I honestly think I might make this a series? The beautiful and most talented Gabby (@lukeysgirlkinda inspired me to, but I didn’t have a prompt. Might also steal her idea of a new chapter every 100 notes…what do you guys think?


One/ TwoThree/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
SixteenSeventeen/ EighteenNineteen/Twenty{END}

You checked over your outfit once more in the full body mirror before walking carefully down the stairs. You’ve had more than one encounter attempting to run down the stairs before someone reached your house and it always ended badly.

“You look so pretty!” Jamie grinned as she turned around on the couch to see you.

“All I did was my hair and makeup, Jamie. I have on shorts and a shirt.”

“Can’t ever take a compliment.” She rolled her eyes playfully.“ What time is Calum coming?”

You checked the time on your phone before answering,“Any minute now.”

“You’re excited, aren’t you? I mean there’s a hot, young Australian who wants to be your sugar daddy. How much better can life get?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a sexual person, Jamie, how am I just going to be there at his every beckoning call?”

“You’ll do it, trust me.” She laughed, her smile widening when she heard someone knock on the door.

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Breaking the Winchesters

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 541

A/N: This was completely unplanned and I blame @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for everything that is to follow. But congrates I am posting 2 things tonight. This and part 2 to my GoT series in a bit.

I forced @percywinchester27 to beta this idiocy for me, so thanks for letting me be bossy and being a good girl, doing what I ordered Ana :P ;)

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Dean stood with his phone pressed against one ear and the gas pump in the other, completely frozen as he tried to process what Y/N had just said.

“You broke my brother?” Dean asked dumbfounded only to have Y/N hiss back at him through the phone.

“I didn’t say I broke him! I said I can’t get him off the floor!”

Dean couldn’t help but smirk now, trying to imagine what the hell Y/N had asked Sam to do to throw out his back. She had been on a cleaning rampage the past few days trying to catalogue everything in the Bunker. Sam knowing the place inside out had taken the heat of it while Dean had managed to sneak out on supply runs every once in awhile.

“So what you are saying is, where the British dickbags and freaking Lucifer failed, little Y/N succeeded,” Dean teased while getting back into the Impala, holding the phone away from the his ear, fully expecting the scream that appeared right on cue.

“This is not funny, Winchester! Get back here, and help me get your brother to the freaking hospital, you idiot,” she bellowed through the phone, “and I didn’t break him!” She concluded before hanging up the phone and Dean could no longer hold back his laughter.

“Poor Sammy,” he chuckled heading back towards the Bunker, with a smirk plastered on his face.

Dean headed inside as soon as he parked the car close to the entrance of the Bunker, grumbling to himself when he realized he probably had to carry his moose of a brother up and down two flights of stairs to get him to the hospital.

“Y/N? Sam? Where the hell are you?” Dean called out into the seemingly empty library.

“Down here!” Y/N answered, followed by Sam’s whining, telling her not to let Dean see him like this. Dean let out a chuckle as he headed down the hallway towards Y/N’s voice.

“Y/N what are you doing in your ro… OH GOD!” Dean turned around the second he walked into the room, but it was too late. The sight of his butt naked brother lying on the floor, face down with the ass in the air was already seared into his brain.

“Great! Forget hell, this one is gonna give me nightmares,” Dean grumbled, “get some goddamn pants on him,” Dean shuddered, quickly heading for the whiskey in the library before he knew he had to return to his nightmare and help his idiot brother off the floor.

“Dean it’s not what…” Sam called after him, making Dean close his eyes from the mental exasperation before yelling back, ignoring Y/N’s gigglefit.

“I don’t wanna know!” Dean yelled back before his eyes landed on an old ‘mating rituals’ book laying on the table. It was open on a page with the image of a man and a woman contorted into the most awkward position Dean had even seen, and he could no longer hold back his laughter.

“Points for trying, Sammy,” he chuckled, heading back towards the room, hoping his brother’s ass wasn’t the first thing he was gonna see this time. Nightmares aside, he was never gonna let his little brother forget this one.

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the foxhole court + social media au || a series of nicky’s snapchats {2/?} || christmas edition, p.s nicky thinks kevin’s the grinch if you couldn’t tell, also yes kevin’s name in nicky’s phone is totally kevin damn just because i said so, merry lamemas everyone. 

For A Good Time, Call: The Horndog (M) (by tayegi)

oneshot 7/7 for our collab series! this one was written by the extraordinary @tayegi ​so be sure to check all her other works out! now we just have @hyacinth-ink‘s part 2 and we’ll be done EEEK! thanks for all the FAGTC love! (btw that picure of jimin nope)

Your phone buzzes at a quarter to midnight. You had almost fallen asleep and try to ignore the pesky text message. But then it buzzes again and again, and you can’t ignore the loud vibrations any longer. Grunting in irritation, you roll over and snatch up the phone. You’re amazed to find that it’s just your dumb boyfriend. And with nothing important to say, as usual.

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Dirty Mouth IV

 Part 1 // Part 2 //Part 3

Part of a series so read the others first if you want or go in blind!

Characters: Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, it’s more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: Mox is in a bad way and he needs OFC more than he ever has before.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Dirty Talk. 

It’s also SUPER long coz I got carried away lol.

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The I Love You Series – “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

~DURING- 4months~

You’re pulled from a peaceful sleep by the buzzing of your phone beside you in bed. You squint at the bright screen to see the caller ID first, it’s Shawn. Next you glance at the time, 2:34am. You take a second to force yourself to wake up a little before allowing yourself to answer. 

“Hello?” 

“I’m sorry it’s so late,” he says. You can tell he’s feeling really anxious, just by the sound of his voice and the fact that he called even though he knew it was late. He wouldn’t have called unless he really needed you. He cares too much about you for that. 

“It’s okay, babe, what’s up?” You question, still trying to sound more awake than you are at the moment. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you.” He responds, sounding defeated, and not answering the question of why he called in the first place. 

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” You lie.

“You were asleep.” He knows you too well. 

“I didn’t want to be. Now baby, tell me what’s wrong.” You gently encourage. 

It takes a little more coaxing, but eventually, he does tell you why he called in the first place. He was feeling jet-lagged and stressed about work. Feeling the pressure from all around him, and he just didn’t think he could take it anymore. After about thirty minutes of talking to him, reminding him how much he’s meant to be doing what he’s doing, and how absolutely capable he is, and lastly, how much you love him and are proud of him, he finally seems to be feeling a little better. He apologizes for waking you, but truly you don’t mind at all. You still have a few hours left to sleep, and he has to start getting ready for the day, so you say goodbye to him, promising to text him when you wake up in the morning. 

Devil In Me Part 3 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me, Part 3 (Part 2)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “Oh, my dear, it’s honestly so futile to struggle.”

Word Count: 4,592

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @onebigfangirlworld | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @nickysmum1909 | @xxmaddhatterrxx | @superrezzy00| @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist |

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like my excerpts for this series are always going to be long. ALWAYS. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

Originally posted by antigucci

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